The Love Story Of Pram And Kailla
Pram & Kailla 17

"I'm sorry, sir, ma'am ..we've tried our best. But all ... does return again to the will of the One Above." The man in the green uniform did not dare to convey the information clearly. He knew that the urgent news of grief coming out of his lips would crush the hopes of the people before his eyes.

Keisya's body squeezed, sitting on the floor just as the doctor delivered the bad news. Meanwhile, Pram brushed off the spoon that Kailla would feed him. From the place where Kailla was sitting, the news of the grief was clearly heard. Although the doctor did not say directly, the doctor's apology at the beginning was enough to describe what was going on inside the operating room.

"Kai, what about Bayu?" pram lirih. Both of his hands tightly hugged Kailla, staring at the nanar towards Keisya. The young girl was hit. Stunned on the cold floor and bemoaning his father's departure.

Kailla sculpted with her hands still holding the lunch box. He could feel the heavy burden Pram was carrying. Her husband dropped his head on her shoulder, as if asking to be strengthened.

"It's gonna be okay." Kailla rubbed Pram's back trying to calm her down.

"The love of Kinar and their daughter. I know ... All this is Bayu's negligence, but Bayu is like my family. He works with me .. And I also have to take responsibility." Pram said lirih.

"Not to think about it, honey. It's gonna be okay." The gentle touch of Kailla's hand was so soothing.

"How should I tell Kinar and Mama. I thought, if the victim recovers as before .. with a little compensation .. I can make peace with the victim's family and Bayu's punishment will be lighter. And now ...." Pram is speechless. His eyes were closed, unable to imagine the flow of life ahead of him.

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Funeral home, residence of Keisya family in a simple contract. Access to get there, can only be by foot or motor vehicle. It appears that Pram is holding Kailla's hand down the path to reach Keisya's contract. This day, the man was busy taking care of Keisya's father's funeral procession to the point of not having time for himself. His tired face seemed a little pale with the burden of thoughts filling the brain. He had not even returned home since Bandung, only asking Donny to bring a change of clothes.

"Excuse me.." said Pram, as soon as he arrived in front of the rented house whose door was wide open. Seen some mothers sitting on mats gathered in a simple living room with black clothes. They are trying to strengthen the Keisya family who are grieving the departure of the head of the family.

Donny and Sam seemed to tail behind their employers by carrying large grocery bags, containing household items. It was late in the afternoon, when Pram and Kailla decided to visit the residence of the victims of Bayu negligence. They had just returned from visiting Bayu, who was detained by police after returning home from the funeral.

Pram doesn't even have time to rest. Luckily Kailla was by his side all day. The mother of the twins was forced to leave her son to a nanny and only send milk through Sam.

“Excuse .. good afternoon, Bu.” Pram says hello.

There was no answer from the homeowner, only a middle-aged mother came out to the porch of the house to find out the intention of Pram and Kailla's arrival.

"I want to talk to his wife and daughter. There's something I need to say" Pram explained. Since the sad news was delivered by the doctor, Pram has not had the opportunity to speak in private.

"Come in, sir, Mom." Mother was inviting.

"Sorry, I came here to discuss some things with Mom." Pram chose to sit cross-legged right in front of his mother and daughter. Kailla who also dropped her body beside Pram continued to hold her husband's hand tightly.

The mothers who had filled the room slowly dispersed along with Sam and Donny who entered the house, laying a pile of groceries in the corner of the house.

There was no answer, neither interlocutor Pram did not react. Locking tightly lips, staring with tears.

"I'm Reynaldi Pratama and this is my wife Kailla.” Pram extended his hand to Keisya's mother, followed by Kailla. Perempuan with a wrinkled ornate face welcomed Pram and Kailla's hand with a flat face.

I represent my family's chauffeur to apologise profusely for the loss of my mother. Just like Mom, we don't want any of this either. I tried my best, but God chose another path. Not even able to get past the operating table. I apologize for Bayu's negligence. He's been arrested by the police for negligence last night.” Pram opens the sound.

Still no answer, Ibu Keisya's cry was increasingly heard clearly. Sometimes he wiped his tears with his shabby handkerchief.

“Mother need not worry ... regarding the cost .. em .... in the future, I will be responsible. Including Keisya's education expenses. I'm going to finance Mom's daughter until she finishes her S1.” Pram.

Keisya raised his gaze. A speck of happiness suddenly appeared within him. He was saddened by his father's departure, but Pram's speech made him excited. Lecture. A word he did not even allow appeared in his wishful thinking. He understood, born from a simple family. It is so simple to eat everyday is difficult, let alone imagine being able to take education to college. Of course Pram's speech was like an encouragement for his life.

Mother Keisya carved a thin smile amidst her cries. “Thank you.” He accepted all of this as a disaster in his life. Her husband who was a hawker at the crossroads of red lights had to leave in a tragic way. However, Pram's accountability was enough to make some of the burden on his shoulders lift. Previously, he had already imagined how his life and Keisya would be going forward. He who is a scrub and sickly washing worker will not be able to finance his life and Keisya.

“What grade is the daughter, Bu?” pram asked, returning to voice when he saw his interlocutor starting to open up.

“Class XI SMK, Om.” Keisya answered with a face that was more friendly than before.

“Ya already, regarding your school fees, Om will bear it.” Pram is getting used to calling himself Om in front of Keisya. Ever since last night, the little girl always called him Om.

It looks like Pram took out his business card and thrust in front of the two. “Call me, Pram. If you need anything, you can call me directly at this number. Or you can also contact my secretary at the company. As much as possible I will help.” Seen as Pram glanced at Kailla, the woman he owned almost fell down, leaning spoiled on her arm. Eyes closed, with regular breathing it indicates soon Kailla will sail and wade through the dreamland.

Since then silent and listening, Kailla kept her sleepiness alone. Not sleeping last night and accompanying her husband, Kailla still had to accompany Pram to and fro throughout the day. Her adult husband did not allow her to step away in the slightest, holding her hand tightly through a nightmare day.

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